Believing that He is your Savior first and allowing the Holy Spirit to help you make Him your Lord too

Believing that there is no other way to the Father in Heaven except by Jesus Christ alone

If you believe in the Bible, you can believe this:

Jesus was with God before the earth existed, left His glory with the Father and was born of a virgin, lived a perfect, sinless life, died on Calvary for your redemption, and was raised again after three days. Today He is in heaven and His sacrifice has provided a way for you to come to a saving faith. Being saved is fully a work of God. No one is saved by works. No one is saved by their own efforts. It is by grace alone, in faith alone, by Jesus alone. It is a gift of God (Eph 2:8-9). I pray that you will come to believe in Jesus Christ, be born-again, and be saved today.

John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”

Acts 4:12“Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved.”

Acts 16:30-31 “what must I do to be saved?” They replied, “Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved—you and your household.”

Romans 10:9-10 “If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved.”

Believing that He is your Savior first and allowing the Holy Spirit to help you make Him your Lord too

Believing that there is no other way to the Father in Heaven except by Jesus Christ alone

If you believe in the Bible, you can believe this:

Jesus was with God before the earth existed, left His glory with the Father and was born of a virgin, lived a perfect, sinless life, died on Calvary for your redemption, and was raised again after three days. Today He is in heaven and His sacrifice has provided a way for you to come to a saving faith. Being saved is fully a work of God. No one is saved by works. No one is saved by their own efforts. It is by grace alone, in faith alone, by Jesus alone. It is a gift of God (Eph 2:8-9). We pray that you will come to believe in Jesus Christ, be born-again, and be saved today.

John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”

Acts 4:12“Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved.”

Acts 16:30-31 “what must I do to be saved?” They replied, “Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved—you and your household.”

Romans 10:9-10 “If you declare with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved.”

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allstaractivist note: My deepest and heartfelt sympathies go out to the mass shooting victims of Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church, Charlston, SC., it was not my intention to associate the church’s terrible tragedy with the below post when I authored it. Although seemingly related, this post was exclusively conceived of as an anecdotal accounting of my own personal perils while in the service of Christ. My apologies to anyone so offended. Again, I am so sorry for the losses of all those injured and left behind on June 17th, 2015. May God love and heal them gently through this shameful, Satanic attack on my brothers and sisters in Christ.

That’s right, Christianity done properly is going to be dangerous and quite often, lethal. Isn’t that what Jesus told us?

The Apostle Paul was beheaded, John the Baptist was beheaded, Peter was crucified upside down (by choice).

Andrew was crucified on an X shaped cross, Mathew was impaled and beheaded, Bartholomew was flayed by whip (torn to shreds).

Thomas was most likely stabbed, Philip was impaled in his ankles and hung upside down (meat hook style).

James was beheaded by Herod, Jude was crucified by the Magi, Matthias (Judas’s replacement) was stoned and beheaded.

Of course, we all know what happened to The Lord Jesus.

Still think you have what it takes to follow Christ?

Just for the heck of it, I’ll even throw Socrates in there even though he wasn’t a Christian, just smart and extremely moral. He was made to drink poison tea made from the Hemlock plant.

All were unjustly murdered, suffering horrific deaths for doing good.

If you are truly living a Christian life, not perfect but striving, you are undoubtedly going to piss someone off. You are going to rub many people the wrong way. Many will want you dead. Sorry to burst your bubble but, if that isn’t you, then you are most likely a “luke warm” Christian. A Christian of convenience and for appearances.

In the times that we are headed into, the Bible says that we will come under great persecution. Many already have. The question that you have to ask yourself is, when that moment comes are you going to stand up or remain seated. We are supposed to be the salt of the earth, we don’t blend in and we don’t go along with the World’s program. We oppose and rebuke it. That doesn’t exactly win you friends.

As dark as this world is becoming, we are the ones charged with providing the light and baby, it’s going to be dangerous. You will be ridiculed, you will be attacked, some will even lose their lives. But, isn’t it better to lose your life in the service of Jesus (for his name’s sake) than to live a life of shame? I for one, want to be able to hold my head up when I see God, I don’t want to be ashamed. I pray almost every day that he gives me the strength to please him.

For we are not only servants, we are soldiers;

Ephesians 6:10-18 King James Version (KJV)

10 Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.

11 Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.

12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

13 Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.

14 Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;

15 And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace;

16 Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.

17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:

18 Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints;

People called me stupid when I filed murder charges against our utility out here called PG&E. People thought me stupid for not seeking money by filing a lawsuit against my landlord, even though I had an excellent case this time. These are the types of things however, that a proper Christian does. Stand up to injustice, stand up for those who can’t defend themselves, get involved in causes not your own. We are supposed to be the standard that others look up to and thereby reflect God. If we don’t do it then what did Christ save us for? Trees that bare no fruit.

Going to Church and listening to a sermon, singing in the choir, teaching Sunday school and occasionally venturing out into the community is all well and good perhaps (Charleston, SC notwithstanding), but where is the risk? Where is the sacrifice? Do you mean to tell me that doing those things is really going to confront and convict the devils running wild throughout our society today? Apparently not.

Do you know that I was the only person in California, the only private individual including the families, that filed murder charges against PG&E with the San Bruno police? There is something extremely wrong with that. Where were my fellow Christians during that time? Where was their outrage at the murder of a mother and child? What’s wrong with you people??

Alas, I guess that’s why we’re in the shape we are today, why we have allowed our country to be taken from us. Self preservation and political correctness has won out. We have not enough heroes nor heroines, except for that poor lady who was murdered trying to do something good for us. We let her down (Jacqueline and Janessa Greig).

Judgement. Judgement is not far off. Judgement for the entire nation. We haven’t stood up for the “good” people and have allowed the wicked to run amok, wreaking havoc and shedding innocent blood. God isn’t going to tolerate that forever. If we won’t salt the earth then why should he bless us?

He will instead allow us the consequences of our apathy, the wicked will become the instruments of our correction.

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Have you noticed how many commercials there are on tv (PSA’s) encouraging parents to take their kids to the forrest? Why? What’s so special about the forrest?

Well, there are two possible goals to this rather dubious campaighn. The first is of course, indoctrination of the entire family into the cult of environmentalism. The second reason is a bit harder to fathom but far more ominous.

it is a rather well-known fact among the initiated, those who like to venture out into nature, that there are many disappearances happening in the woods. These are not your ordinary run-of-the-mill hiker gone lost type of disappearances no, these are disappearances that more resemble episodes taken straight out of The X-Files.

Oh let me see, Johnny disappears while walking two steps behind mommy in the middle of the woods with nothing around but the trees. Or, daddy turns a bend in the trail and stops talking mid-sentence only to have seemingly vanished when the rest of the family rounds the corner.

None of these people by the way, are ever found or heard from again. Yellowstone Park in California is particularly renowned for having frequent such disappearances.

It’s also interesting to note that your regular, run-of-the-mill California State Park ranger is the most highly trained officer in the state. Why would they require so much training just to watch a bunch of animals and trees that basically take care of themselves?

Now this is where it truly get spooky beyond Bigfoot.

I have heard from several different internet sources over the course of time that these disappearances which are far too frequent to be statistically probable, are the results of interdimensional or alien abductions. The reasoning behind this conclusion are so, 1 that children are being abducted to serve as slaves on offworld colonies and two, that both children and adults children being for more frequent are being used not only for slave labor but for experimentation as well. This particular conclusion has much to do with what few people know as the secret space program that America or the United States government is in collusion with inter-dimensional / extraterrestrial entities.

The world we live in today is not the one I grew up in 35 plus years ago you didn’t hear so much of the disappearances and strange happenings back then but it seems to have accelerated and gotten worse.

Before learning what I now know today I would have relished the thought of taking my family into Yellowstone Park or the Grand Canyon or Death Valley to see the desert or any other number of national park treasures.

Now however, after learning what I now know and have learned, coupled with our governments propensity to lie to us on just about anything that’s important, there’s no way in hell you would ever catch me venturing out with my precious loved ones into any wilderness region where they could simply disappear without a trace, never to be heard from again.

If you don’t believe me just research all the disappearances that have happened in Yellowstone and other national parks for yourself, then tell me I’m a liar.

I have seen the future and it is a future of spiritual machines working side-by-side with genetic augments, but I cannot tell you about this future until you are in a position to see it for yourself. In ancient times, and in ancient legends, they told of being able to imbue physical objects with disembodied spirits of the ephemeral nether regions. It’s the same Principle as a haunted house or haunted burial grounds or any other physical location that’s physicaly inhabited by spiritual entities. Today, in our 2018 time, we have aspects from ancient worlds that are still with us today and they encompass those ancient evil spirits that are influencing our world and reality. we as human beings don’t have the capability to see these creatures for what they really are and how they are affecting us in our day to day lives, nevertheless, reality is not what you think it is. Whether it is a construct of bean counters with Superior intellect who are manipulating our world for their own evil purposes (that being a war against God) or rather, that they are interdimensional, galactic vandals. We as human beings have been created as we are to be free from their influence, we would be beyond the stars left un-adulterated, in other galaxies with super-hero technologies instead of held back slaves like we are today.

Suffice it to say that I have seen the future, but it is kept secret. I’ve only caught a glimpse of it but I have indeed seen it and believe you me, these evil people in this world’s system do not succeed, there is a destiny far greater for us then what can be imagined, we just have to accept Christ and resist the devil, which may take more guts than some of us have.

My name is Eldon James Brown and I am forty nine years old (49). I have resided at the All Star Hotel, 2791 16th Street, room #59 for eleven years, seven months and eleven days (see exhibit 001). My monthly rental obligation is five hundred dollars ($500.00) per month, which I have never failed to pay. I am a retired Commercial Driver receiving Social Security and continue to maintain a California Commercial Drivers License featuring numerous endorsements, currently valid until 2020 (see exhibit 002). In addition, I also possess a 2016 Department Of Transportation Physician’s Certification of health (physical) which is valid until 2018.

I have recently requested and received from hotel management, explicit and exclusive written permission to legally open carry both a knife and a sword simultaneously, within any area of the hotel where tenants are allowed (see exhibit 003). I have done so for religious purposes (see exhibit 004) and without incident for the past five years, the sword being a recent addition to better comply with Luke 22:36 (KJV Christian Holy Bible).

I have unsuccessfully attempted to peacefully co-exist with defendant Mr. Paul Grayson numerous times in the past, even attempted to minister to him, only to be mocked and abused. Finally, I requested that Mr. Grayson have no further contact with me (see exhibit 005). I am not alone in this sentiment as the San Francisco Superior Court has found it necessary to restrain Mr. Grayson’s bullying behavior on two previous occasions in the past, both cases involving his neighbors (see exhibits 006 & 007). Two different tenants of the All Star Hotel have successfully obtained overlapping three year restraining orders against him;

Not only has Mr. Grayson’s incorrigible behavior victimized his neighbors, Mr. Grayson has also burdened the court through abuse of process, filing frivolous retaliatory actions devoid of merit (see exhibit 008). Mr. Grayson filed forms for a protective order against one of the aforementioned neighbors immediately after that neighbor requested a hearing concerning him. Mr. Grayson’s retaliatory and frivolous filing was dismissed without hearing, of course.

CCH-12-574107 PAUL GRAYSON VS. IVAN SEAN GRADY Nov-30-2012

Mr. Grayson has also previously filed unmerited and retaliatory protective actions against both myself and the aforementioned neighbor, not even bothering to show up for his own hearing (see exhibits 009 & 010);

CCH-12-573589 PAUL GRAYSON VS. ELDIN BROWN Jul-03-2012

CCH-12-573590 PAUL GRAYSON VS. IVAN GRADY Jul-03-2012

Mr. Grayson failed to show up for both of these, his own granted initial hearings, wasting valuable court time and resources. Both cases were summarily dismissed.

Mr. Grayson has displayed a wanton lack of respect for both his fellow neighbors as well as the judicial and legal processes.

Defendant Mr. Paul Grayson has violated my request that he not speak to nor contact me in any way numerous times hence. All Star Hotel Case Management acted upon my request that Mr. Grayson not contact me, dated July 07, 2016, by speaking with him and making my wishes known to him (see exhibit 005). That very same evening, Mr. Grayson attempted to converse with me about my no contact request. Consequently, Mr. Grayson’s unwanted contact continued, eventually escalating in an aggressive attempt to deprive me of my personal property (see exhibit 011) followed by threats of violence: “I bet if the police were here he would put that (knife) away or they would arrest him (speaking to another tenant). A lot of people in here have guns, he’s bringing a knife to a gun fight…”. Mr. Grayson said this in reference to my legal open carry of a sword while we were standing in front of the hotel and I was opening the front door for fellow tenants. I have open carried for religious reasons, self defense and the protection of others, for the past five years without criminal incident.

Mr. Grayson either called himself, or instructed someone else to call, the San Francisco Police Department on September 23, 2016 at approximately 1830 hours and falsely accused me of illegally possessing both my knife and sword. Two SFPD Officers responded, spoke with me and confirmed that I was in complete compliance with both state and city law while exercising my right to open carry. The Officers then explained as much to Mr. Grayson, whom by this time was loudly inquiring of them and very crassly hanging half out of the community room window. Both Officers left me to peacefully continue issuing no citation, nor taking into custody neither myself nor my knife nor sword. Shortly before the two Officers departed, Officer Freeman Star #1567 encouraged me to follow through with my efforts to obtain a restraining order against Mr. Grayson and provided me with a Computer Aided Dispatch number upon my request (CAD # 162673322) (see exhibit 012 & 013).

As to Mr. Dale Merkle’s declaration (see exhibit 014), written upon an unpublished tenant complaint form (so as to deceptively appear to be a legitimate business record), all I can say is that I would sue for libel were his fabrication outside the realm of public record and ergo immune. Mr. Merkle personally admitted to me that he had not first submitted the tenant complaint form his declaration is written upon to hotel management (as is required to be a legitimate tenant complaint) before giving it to Mr. Paul Grayson to submit into evidence as an authentic business record. There is no hotel staff signature anywhere upon its face signifying that it was received by any staff, as my completed and legitimate example does show (see exhibit). Were Mr. Merkles tenant complaint about me concerning my legal knife carry legitimate, our hotel manager would have signed the original complaint as received in addition to the staff member whom received it and provided a copy of it along with his response containing an official letterhead. Mr. Merkle would have you believe it to be an authentic business record when it is not, simply a declaration and reflection of his lack of credibility. The only truth contained within it’s construction is that I do indeed practice legal open carry of a knife within the hotel, for which I have not only management’s explicit but exclusive written permission to do freely (see exhibit 003). Should Mr. Merkle fail to authenticate his declaration by responding to subpoena as a hostile witness (if so granted), I will ask the document be striken from the record as heresay

I have never threatened any tenant with my knife nor any other tool (such as a screwdriver) and am confident that no tenant complaints exist prior to this action, save Mr. Merkle’s unpublished false one. For various reasons left unmentioned, Mr. Merkle is renowned for being a fast friend of Mr. Grayson’s and may therefore be considered cognitively biased.

The tenant petition naming me as it’s subject is also compromised with bias and purely retaliatory. Eight of the eleven petition signers were listed prior in my complaint to hotel management that expressed my desire to have no further contact with them. My complaint concerning eight of the petitioners was submitted to management previous to their authorship and signing of their tenant petition. Each were individually spoken to by management regarding my request and I suppose that my rejection inspired both hurt feelings and bruised egos. Their tenant petition is nothing more than a vindictive retaliation and wholly without merit. As to the claims asserted within it, I cannot be held responsible for the erroneous perceptions of others, only my own willful behavior and intent. I am unaware that the petitioner’s tenant petition was ever submitted to either hotel or case management although, my hotel manager did seem to be aware of it. During a private discussion in his office, my hotel manager warned me that “They are forming an army against you.” I took his warning to imply a conspiratorial cabal.

One hapless petitioner had only spoken to me once prior to his signing of the petition and was both friendly and cordial at the time of our verbal exchange. We didn’t even know each other’s names. When I later laughingly queried him concerning his signing of the petition, he told me that the other petitioners had accosted him en masse at his front door while he was still groggy from having been sound asleep, adamant that he contribute his signature as well (peer pressure of someone not fully conscious). He then offered his apologies to me which I wholeheartedly accepted in Christian spirit, shook hands and departed with him saying “We’re cool”. The remaining two neighbors who signed the petition, I am at a loss to explain since we were friendly prior. Substance abuse may play a role as it is epidemic in the building, the promise of a Marijuana Cigarette or a can of Malt Liquor perhaps? Obviously they have nothing to fear from falsely impugning my reputation and character. I will nevertheless respect their wishes and make no attempts to contact them in any way henceforth. I respect the autonomy of individuals who are of no actual threat to me and wish to be left alone, they may do as they please unfettered.

In conclusion, I feel both physically threatened and seriously annoyed by Mr. Grayson’s repeated violations of my no contact request, not to mention his verbal threats of violence. It is obvious that, based upon past court orders and anecdotal behavioral observations, Paul;

* lacks self control
* revels in interpersonal conflict and
* displays no respect for the sanctity of others

In my lay opinion, Mr. Grayson is a Grandiose Narcissist, afflicted with Anti-Social Personality Disorder and in dire need of psychological/psychiatric treatment. Nothing good ever comes from one whose only consideration is of, and for, the self.

Thank you for hearing this matter.

I, Eldon James Brown, declare under penalty of perjury under the laws of the State of California that the foregoing is true and correct.

allstaractivist note: I personally, have never attempted to contact any other Targeted Individuals. My primary focus in dealing with my torture is not to commiserate with others going through the same thing but to use all of my energy trying to reach those who don’t already know. As a Christian, I am a soldier, soldiers don’t attend pity parties. It would make sense to enlist the aid of other “soldiers” willing to join the fight however, I have found precious few. Really, this is something you have to actually experience first hand to understand since it is so far removed from normal everyday life, It is easier for most to just ignore it. The implications of ignoring it however, are extremely dangerous (as my mom found out) when you take into consideration that if these murderous attacks are being inflicted on a minority of the population, they can just as easily be used on everyone else. You are not safe, you only think that you are.

Even more disturbing is that if a small minority of good, decent and innocent people are actually being attacked in such a technological and covert way, what does that say about all of those who remain unmolested? Are they left alone because they are already zombies oblivious to the danger facing us all, because they are complicit in the crime or both? The prospects make me feel sad and desperate, like watching a freight train bare down on a group of people who refuse to look up no matter how loudly I shout at them to do so. “Look, look up people, there is a freight train coming straight at you!!” Perpetrators and zombies alike, I feel for them all.

I refuse to seek out other TIs since the Gang Stalkers like to impersonate them, us. I really have to get to know you before confiding and that has left few people to choose from. I agree, there needs to be more unity among the Targeted Individuals population but I’ve just run into so many perpetrators posing as victims. You have to develop your own vetting process, which you will after some time just as I have. It will be different for everyone, which leads to my next and final statement.

I believe that Gang Stalking will one day be finally verified as utterly real, along with every other weird thing happening people talk about. That time however, is in the future and will only be made possible by a God like, Jesus impersonator known as the Anti-Christ. Since Gang Stalking is his program and meant to pave the way for his eventual arrival here on Earth, once he gets here it’s final use will be as just another problem for him to solve, another “miracle” if you will. A miracle that he can use to unite humanity in his name. It will be explained away as a misguided attempt to purify and perfect mankind by purging undesirables, but one that is no longer necessary now that he is here. Problem, reaction, solution, all meant to further his purposes and capture the hearts and minds of humanity. TIs like me who oppose the Satanic world order will either already be dead or, rendered moot now that the program has been revealed and terminated, now to be discarded after having served it’s purpose.

None of that will bring back my mother from the grave though. God, I miss her every day…

P.S.

Most people don’t know that psychiatry was crafted by Eugenicists at the turn of the century who sought to purge society of those deemed undesirable. If they wanted to get rid of you because you balked at the political/social order imposed, they would just diagnose you as “mal-adapted”, call you crazy and lock you away. No one would listen to you since you were crazy. Neat trick, huh? In modern times, psychiatric disorders are driven by Big Pharma that want to make up knew mental illnesses to be able to treat with the drugs they make. Unfortunately, behavioral modification and talking therapies do work very well when practiced ethically and with the wellness of the patient as their primary goal (not socialization), but have been largely overshadowed by profit motives, social engineering legislation both civil and criminal and just plain old quackery. When seeking therapy, do your homework and make sure the therapist is ethical and not behold-ant to Big Pharma. Stick to Psychology as opposed to psychiatry, they have no real clue what those drugs are really doing to you. Watch the video below for more.

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Just a quick note to let everyone know who may care, that I’m still here safe and sound, more or less, and still very much missing my mom.

I’ve got a bunch of posts written some months ago that I never published and then everything got so hectic dealing with my mom’s storage and affects that my domain expired. Rest assured however, I’m still here and kickin.

I’ve had some instances concerning safety, which I safely repelled. Not as much harassment as before since I’m assuming they have shot their most powerful weapon with the murder of my mom. All options are now mine. It has been encouraging that more people are willing to listen when I talk to them about Gang Stalking although I continue to be met with both incredulity and fear. Understandable, people don’t handle cognitive dissonence all that well. I especially like talking to young people though since their minds are still open to all possibilities.

Ok, now that I’m getting things somewhat back together I will once again update you on what is happening with me and my sojourn as a Targeted Individual. If you are one too then I would encourage you to hold on to God tightly and please do listen to the Holy Spirit, he is our best guide in this spiritual (and physical) controversy between God, mankind and The Devil.

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Refuse to participate in the charade

Refuse to participate in the charade they call “reality”. What do I mean by that, you ask? I mean that if you are not aware of what Gang Stalking is, a catch all term for Satan’s kingdom on Earth, then you need to be, you then need to cease your participation. I say cease participating simply because if you don’t know what Gang Stalking is then you most likely have unwittingly aided and abetted. Not your fault, you along with everyone else were born into the preexisting structure of this world. If you are reading this however, you now have a decision to make. Will you now be part of the solution or, part of the problem? And if you are reading this, it is by no coincidence either, you are being given a choice. No such thing as neutral ground here. Sometimes the most consequential events in life have the humblest of beginnings.

Read about Gang Stalking on my blog and anywhere else you can find, some will be “them” spreading disinfo but you need to learn how to spot it anyway. Again, unfortunately, the only way to really be able to spot it (and them for that matter) is to actually be attacked. Sorry but it’s true, the only way that you learn who someone truly is, is to fight them. You are going to have to sacrifice some skin to really know.

How to not participate? Well, the more you learn about The Devil’s Kingdom and how it is administered through human beings, simply refuse to participate in that thing. Don’t lie, don’t cheat other people, don’t take other people’s stuff, don’t kill outside of war (murder). Follow the Golden Rule, do unto others as you would want them to do to you. Not only a commandment but a warning; on the Day of Judgement God will put you in the shoes of everyone you touched in life. What you do to people you do to yourself, good and bad.

Finally, Gang Stalking is part of a system of control. It encompasses every level of life and is not of human design. It is a system originated by the minds of non-human entities, hideously intelligence and unfathomably powerful. A belief in God is not required to fight Gang Stalking however, ultimate success cannot be achieved without him. A human alone cannot effectively resist. Did you catch that I said “non-human entities”? Christians call them Fallen Angels, other faiths have other words. Call them what you will. Their principle deity however, was far more intelligent and powerful than any angel. The Cherub whose earthly kingdom we fight (should fight) also known as Satan.

As you learn more about what Gang Stalking is, refuse to participate in those things whether they be people, companies, organizations or faiths, just stop and drop out.

Remember the Golden Rule, do unto others as you would have them do unto you since you may as well be doing it to yourself.

Stratford man displays Nazi flag in protest

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I will talk about my Mom and who she was as a person at some point in the future but for now it is just too soon. I’m too busy just trying to avoid things that remind me of the stuff we used to do together, like this weekends upcoming Crossroads Of The West Gun Show at the Cowpalace here in San Francisco. For some reason, one of the gardening shows that runs on KSFO on the weekends was adverting the annual 2017 Orchid Show usually held in February at Fort Mason. I started making plans to attend that in her honor since she never missed it except for one year when she got sick with an abdominal adhesion. I was right by her side then too. Then the Orchid Show promoter gave the starting date of the two day show as being in February. I was so disappointed. I had my hopes built up by a re-run. I had made plans to finish my soft pastel of an Orchid hanging from a branch to bring to the show on a big art clipboard, perhaps to sell or perhaps to talk about. Ma never saw it so I intended it to be an homage to her. Alas, I guess I’ll have to wait until next year, that is if I haven’t been murdered as well by then.

Yeah, it was kind of a family tradition she had every year for just the two of us, the only family each of us had. First, we we would go to the Orchid Show in February, then to the Oakland Museum’s annual White Elephant Sale in March for her birthday (I didn’t like it and usually had to be drug along) and finally to the Crossroads Of The West Gun Show which ran about every month or so. Really, all three events were a kind of birthday celebration for her, I had become bored with them long ago but continued for her sake, she enjoyed them since they also gave us a chance to do something together. I’m beginning to choke up as I’m writing this, which is one reason I’ve been avoiding writing about her. It is with great effort that I keep myself distracted and busy to avoid becoming sad, or angry. Thank God I have my Lord and Savior Jesus to fall back on, without his comforts and assurances I just don’t know what I would do. Thanks to Him and The Father (and THE Comforter The Holy Spirit) I’m able to carry on knowing that one day I will see her again. Thank you father, thank you Jesus and thank you Holy Spirit. Thank you so much…

We usually took Bay Area Paratransit to these events with me as her attendant. I didn’t like traveling this way though as we had been abandoned at the Fort Mason Orchid show once, they had abandoned her there almost every year yet she continued to put her trust and faith in them. I thought it elder abuse. She was constantly urging me to apply for the “service” for the disabled but I didn’t like them. They would regularly fail to show up for return trips and would leave people stranded, unforgivable in my opinion. She liked them though, she liked all public transportation until I bought her the car. Fulfillment of a promise that I made to her as a child, to buy her a white Cadillac. The Cadillac turned out to be a brown Ford Crown Victoria but it was close enough, she finally had her car. It was the only car she ever owned in her entire life, close enough and she fell in love with it. From that day forward she rarely rode AC Transit nor BART again. Sometimes we would drive by a bus stop and see an old woman waiting in the dark for a bus and she would marvel, “that used to be me before you bought me the car.” At least I can feel good about taking her off public transit for the rest of her life. I hated it and often bought cars that I shouldn’t have to avoid riding bus and BART. I would have bought a car for her long ago but she was always insisting that when she owned a car “it had to be brand new with everything working, you promised me a white Cadillac and I’m still waiting…” “OK Ma, that will probably never happen but it’s your show…” Until her (what I thought to be unreasonable) standards were met, she was content to ride the buses and BART. When I finally got enough money together to buy a car (used of course) that I thought would hopefully measure up, I went ahead and bought it for her birthday from an Auto Return auction. It looked almost new in the interior and body but when I started it up the only gear that worked was reverse. I had to drive it backwards for three very long industrial length blocks all the way to Tech1 auto next to the Ajax Salvage yard for repairs. One week and $900 dollars later ($3,750 total) the car looked good and ran good, it was ready for presentation to ma for her birthday. She was in shock.

I had noticed that the top of the doors were very pointed on top and that if you weren’t careful, could hit you in the face when opening. Well, it was her first day out with the car and we were trying it out, getting all the seat and mirror adjustments right for her tiny little frame, when I cautioned her about the door being a hazard. As I explained she just had this stunned look of wonder and disbelief on her face as she sat behind the wheel, like she just couldn’t believe that this was actually her very own car, the very first and only car that she was ever to fully own, at Seventy One (71) years of age. I went on and on before we left, demonstrating and preaching to her over and over again about how dangerous the car door was when getting in and out, how if you did not consciously hold onto the pointed edge it could catch you right in the face. When we arrived at our destination of Barnes and Nobles in El Cerrito Plaza I had to use the bathroom and again preached to her about being careful about the door. She paid diligent attention to what I said and nodded that she understood. When I came back from the bathroom, Ma was seated in the driver’s seat with a bloody nose and a laceration across her bridge. I said, “Ma, what happened??” Ma said, “I was getting into the driver’s seat and the door hit me in the nose.” I said, “Ma, didn’t I just get finished telling you to be careful about the door because it could hit you in the face??” She sat defiant for a moment looking straight ahead and gripping the steering wheel with both hands, then angrily said, “I want you to take back this defective car and exchange it for another one tomorrow!” All I could do was shake my head. I then asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital but she refused and gripped the steering wheel even tighter, wiggled in her seat and said with a defiant voice, “Okay, come on Linda (her name), you’re going to have to learn this big car…” or something to similar effect, I don’t remember exactly but anyway, she was determined to own that car and show it who was boss. I was shocked at her vehemence and a little scared, I hadn’t seen her like that many times before, you know, really determined to get back on that horse. Oh, she had been in a horrific car accident when she was a young woman that almost killed her, I think she may have been having a flashback. Wow, this is the very first time that thought occurred to me. Anyway, she slammed the car in gear and gunned the engine. Again, I was flabbergasted.

I never understood how she tolerated public transit so nobly. To her, there was absolutely no shame whatsoever in catching the bus nor in riding BART. She had an incredibly organized library of every Bay Area transit system’s schedules and routes, from County Connection to AC Transit to West Cat to BART. All the different county transit systems were organized by date and number in little boxes, she would make special trips just to collect them.

As a side note, that was another thing about ma, if there was a pamphlet or brochure or any kind of paper information wherever she went, those pamphlets and brochures were coming home with her. She would stand in front of a rack of them and meticulously collect each and every one in duplicate, sometimes in triplicate and if that wasn’t enough, she would have me collect a complete set as well. That was one reason for the hoarding problem, I reluctantly threw away so many pamphlets and periodicals from decades ago that were neatly bound with rubber bands advertising places that had long since gone out of business yet, their advertisements had been lovingly curated by her. She even put the date and year of acquisition on each one, some with a little note inside as to it’s relevance. Probably the only ones left in existence anywhere, even the former proprietors. Whenever we would go somewhere, I had started getting into the habit of loudly announcing that we didn’t need any advertisements nor brochures as we began to leave, while she stood mesmerized in front of whatever rack of them there were. It became a running joke for us.

Well, I had been avoiding doing this until I got a little stronger and I was correct, it was rough. A couple attacks of nausea and some tears shed but, if I don’t write her story, who will? She had wanted to write a book about her life, about growing up in Stilwell Oklahoma and Haskell/Wyndot Indian Boarding Schools, having to wear flour sack dresses because they were so poor (she got teased by the other children), having to take care of her younger sisters (one, Arlene, developmentally disabled) at the age of five, walking for miles at night through the woods to Grannies house, carrying the one sister on her back and holding the hand of the other (Lena), all of them in tears hoping that they weren’t eaten by the Wolves that hunted at night. About working as a waitress in some of the roughest bars in town, often being the only bouncer yet maintaining the love and dedication of her patrons. She would often tell me that when she quit one bar because the owner was demanding sex, that all of his customers would follow her to her new place of employment. That was how well she was liked. She never had Social Security taxes taken out by the way, which caused problems when trying to retire. About all the men and boyfriends she had, some for fun, some for love and some out of mutual necessity, she had many stories about them. About the relationship she had with her parents before they died, she loved them both dearly even though they had horribly abused and abandoned her as a child, finally lovingly reconciled in adult years. About how she raised me as a single, older mother on welfare (a baby of mixed ethnicity since my father was black) and all of the difficulties that come with AFDC/Food Stamp poverty.
She loved to dance, sew, cook and she loved me, her screwed up son who did weird things and was constantly in some sort of trouble. Damn, I miss her so much. She was a good person throughout her life and never so much as got a parking ticket until recently (because of me of course), she was also Christian.

My mother had a pretty bad learning disability and was probably somewhat developmentally disabled. She had three full sisters and brothers, two of which were “retarded”, Arlene being deaf as well. I suspect that her mother (my Grandmother) Sallie may have damaged my mother’s brain during the child abuse that featured beatings until unconscious and whippings until blood was drawn. I really think my Grandma gave my mom some mild brain damage. You could kind of tell that she was a little slow sometimes, other times she was sharp as a tack. It was weird, it kind of came and went. Some things she was very swift to pick up on and understand, more so than others, and then some things were hard for her to understand. She did drink a lot until the age of 46 when she quit “cold turkey” but, I don’t think that had a lot to do with it. As she got into her senior years it just became expected that faculties were failing and camouflaged what I knew to have been there long before. I think she may have been employable but by the time I was out of the house, she was near retirement age anyway.

A lifetime full of nothing but deprivation and hardship, and then to be murdered in her senior years by some piece of crap Satanic Gang Stalkers. Well, at least she if finally free now. I am so sorry Ma, I wish life had been better for you but am so glad you are free at last and back with the family you so faithfully loved, she missed them so much. Bittersweet, bittersweet for me…

Well, there are so many more stories to tell but I’m feeling really bad right now, really heartsick. I can’t take any more reminiscing and am going to have to go distract myself now with some activity or another. Maybe I’ll go talk to one of my crazy neighbors, their lives are almost as screwed up as mine and can serve that purpose nicely. On top of it all, it’s raining outside, it was raining when she died too. The old Indians say that when someone dies and it rains, that the deceased went to Heaven. Again, bittersweet. Bittersweet for me today.

P.S. I don’t want you reading this and getting the wrong idea, I still firmly believe in fighting for what is right and just, even though the price paid has been the murder of my mother. My mother was murdered by someone at the behest of her landlord, because I threatened the landlord with administrative action over the conditions of my mother’s building. My mother was due for a Section Eight habitability inspection and the new Latina landlord was doing a per-inspection. Due to my mother’s hoarding, every time one of these landlord per-inspections had occurred, I was blamed for not helping my mother clean up. As with most hoarders, my mother allowed me to touch nothing in her house. I made the mistake of trying to clean up when she was in the hospital for her adhesion and threw away three items that I thought to be trash, a two colanders and some small empty cardboard boxes. I never heard the end of it. After that, anytime she couldn’t find something she would adamantly accuse me of having thrown it away. It was ridiculous. I should have known better because the Gang Stalkers in the building had been entering her apartment and “Gas Lighting” her, ever since I got her the car in fact. My problem with the Gang Stalkers had transferred to her and they were now messing with the both of us. Well I told my mother that her house being in such disarray with clutter was a vulnerability, her Achilles Heel and a vector for management (Gang Stalkers) to use for attack. I warned her that she could legitimately be evicted for keeping a junky house and that I could possibly be charged with neglecting an elder. After all that I had been through, and all the attacks exploiting every possible vulnerability, I sincerely believed this not only possible but imminent. You don’t know how much we had both been through. It got so bad at one point my mom filed a burglary complaint with the San Pablo Police and put handwritten signs up chastising the perpetrators. Well, I told her “Ma, I will help you clean up, all you have to do is tell me what to do. I know that when the manager comes in to inspect, she is going to be saying “”What about your Son, your Son? Can’t he help you clean up??”” If that happens, I am going to defend myself.” Sure enough, those were almost the first words out of the manager’s mouth when she began to inspect. I sensed that this was a wicked woman and interrupted her insinuations concerning me by informing her that I knew State building codes and that my mom’s building had a lot of code violations. I also told her that I knew the City’s building code inspector and would pay him a visit with some of those violations. I did this in an attempt to back her off both me and my mom, in my mind, I was defending us both against the Gang Stalkers. My mom heard the things that I was saying but did not stop me, she had done similar with previous landlords of the building in the past as well. The new landlady listened to me intently but said little, her only response was some veiled threat with a deadpan face that I had seen on one other psychopath before, then she left. Later that day the Section Eight Housing inspector came and completed his inspection. He did not indicate whether my mom passed or not as they never do, you find that out from the landlord. The very next day at exactly 7:30 pm in the evening is when my mother had her massive stroke while watching TV, I was on the other side of the room on my laptop.

She had been sitting quietly on the couch drinking the cup of coffee that I made her and watching ET, one of her favorite TV programs. All of a sudden she said “My head hurts.” I looked over at her and she had a slight frown on her face. A few seconds later I heard her both vomit and belch at the same time (will have to continue later, out of time)

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